The festival came once more, as it did every year, and was filled to the brim with all of Valoran. There were many scenes to take in from the music playing in the distance, to the children laughing and running around insanely, even to the certain champions that came by. A pair of emerald eyes squinted down to be sure she was looking right. Out of all people there were members of the Shadow Isles, people associated with death along with Noxus but more animalistic and barbaric. At least Noxians had order unlike those scums.

The Sinister Blade let out a breath and adjusted her laid back position on the high beam of a shop below. She remained hidden in the shadow of the night avoiding any exposure or recognition. The laughter of the people below her caused her brows to furrow slightly upon hearing them. With a leg laid straight and the other bent up, she rested her wrist on her knee and three knives between each finger. She lifted her hand up to reveal these knifes closer to her so she could get a good look at the glinting steel. They were worn out she thought, inspecting the weapons. Silvery black with an 'S' engraved on the blade. She toyed with them like a child, juggling them in her hands and twirling them, idly cautious of their sharpened edges.

Katarina's eyes lost their focus on the knives and turned to something more...interesting. She turned her head slightly and eyed the face that was hidden among silvery snow hair and the infamous cowl. The name of the Freljorian queen slipped from her lips and made her lean slightly forward. She appeared from the crowd along with her husband, Tryndamere. He erupted in maniacal laughter and had a drink in his hand (presumably from Gragas who was last seem in the pub across from where Katarina stayed) and his other hand on the queen's shoulder.

Earlier that day...

The fog of war cleared up around her perimeter as she set down a ward into the grass and adjusted her position so her legs wont fall asleep. She looked around vigilantly and held her blades firm. Sweat streamed from her face and she wiped it with a finger before crouching low again into the thick of the brush. She heard distant battle cries in front of her and heard the dim roar of "DEMACIA". The announcer proudly displayed the face of Garen, who was now running back under the protection of the blue turret to defend his recalling ally Caitlyn as the opposing team had become know throughout this battle to make quick and sneaky attacks. The torn face of the dragon girl, Shyvana, lay bloody and dead in a pool not to far from her in a position that indicated she was hit on her side by the massive sword he now heaved on his shoulder.

"An ally has been slain." the voice spoke, with a faint echo and loss for the team she was called to announce for.
The Might of Demacia returned to his past position and quicly dispatched a minion wave by swinging his sword in a circular motion. The Sinister Blade squinted at her target. He wasn't affected by dizziness as he fought again and made his way to her team's turret. She corrected herself in an eye roll because her skills do the same thing and even threw in a small chuckle at her herself. A blue ping suddenly appeared beside her outside the brush and a fleeing champion heading up towards the top lane came into view straddling across the river, feet dragging and creating ruckus in the still water, book tight under his arm. He was injured badly in the shoulder and the leg and she noticed a limp while he tried to run through the shallow water. Blood protruded from his injury and he used his free hand to try and cover the wound and he clumsily regained his pase. The Noxian's adrenaline rushed and a Cheshire grin evilly shown upon her face as she quietly set her feet into play and her blades ready. Ears and eyes sharpened to their fullest extent, Katarina quickly calculated and ignored her victim's cries for help to Garen. A second passed and her body was ready to pounce but her instinct told her otherwise. Another second and the champion by the name of Ryze halted and looked towards the misty white sky and blue light revealed itself in a vertical beam above his weary head. His face smiled as the light became more eminent and begun to circle around him. Katarina held her hand out and threw what it appeared to be a fireball and spiraled around in a circle of flame. The blue light suddenly gone and a puff of black smoke and a knife to the dent of his neck, he had no time to react as the knife glided easy against his blue skin. Katarina threw the lifeless body into the river and watched it mercilessly. "Better dead then dull." she said, towering over her prize, a kill. Added to the 9 she had already made. Her body stiffened and ducked by her reflexes while another ping, bright red like the blood thickening the water shone in front of her. She had a second to dart back into the safety of the bush but was interrupted by a roar and a giant sword knocking her back. It cut her side luckily not so deep and she let out a groan through gritted teeth and mentally cursed herself for not being fast enough. Garen's sword lit up and he charged from the bushes but Katarina noticed this before but her mind hesitated for a split second.

She leapt back quickly up to her feet and blocked a heavy blow from the Demacian. His eyes burned with rage and overpowered her but she regained control as her eyes darted to an open area and she striked the man in the side as revenge. He parried her attack and kept his place firm. They eyed each other venomously as dark memories plagued their thoughts for a brief moment before they struck each other again. Their blades clanked and parried each swift motion each dealing small amounts of damage to each other until they were both bloody from head to toe. "Ready for trouble?" she spat, a few yards away from the Demacian who wiped blood from his busted brow. He clenched his chiseled jaw before yelling angrily at the Sinister Blade, "I WILL NOT FALTER!" He spun around so many times and so fast Katarina dodged nearly every attack due to her trained reflexed but lost track when she thought his rampage would end. The last swing of his sword landed her in the river and onto her back very roughly. She skidded across the shallow muddy back and reached for her blades that always remained by her sides. "Shit!" she said and saw that they had skidded out of her grasp. She was heavily beat up and wounded to the maximum. Her body froze when the Demacian charged closed to her and all those seconds slowed down the time. She met the eyes of her attacker and saw herself reflect in his eyes. She was trained in the academy for many years not to show fear even to death and she swallowed the acid that ran up her throat and shut her eyes and relaxed herself repeating the last words she would say to her victims before finishing them.
'It will be quick and painless...'

A whistle flew by her ear and landed with a sound of frost cracking. Katarina's eyes flashed open and saw a crystalline arrow piercing the Demacian in the shoulder right where the joint is. He cried out in pain grabbing hold of his shoulder and immediately began to run back leaving his sword on the ground and not even attempting to retrieve it. Katarina's blade was thrown to her from the dark of the fog and without questioning caught it and shunpo'd in front of Garen startling the man. She thrust her blade extra deep into his plated chest and ferociously roared at the force it took to bring the hilt of the blade right on top of his armor. She kicked him down with her arm and as he went down her large dagger slid from his chest and left the fresh warm blood glistening on the runed blade. She smiled as the announcer's voice brought some good news.

"Double kill!"

She looked to the dead soldier who's body expelled a blue mist that spiraled up along with blue orbs. She rang out a smile and towered before the dead Demacian. "Serves you right not to mess with Noxus." she said upon spitting his bloody face. The body vanished and the crystallized arrow fell onto the riverbed and laid there floating above the surface. The water carried a small current and brought the arrow to her and her shins blocked the way it was headed. She bent down and picked it up, examining the ranged weapon. Ice. She looked up to see the owner of that arrow come into view, holding another arrow in place on the bow made of the same essence and pointing it low to the ground. Mixed with grace and elegance, the queen of Freljord revealed herself. She paused for a moment and took off her hood and let her hair fall down her back in a waterfall of snow. A light shape of pink accented her pale face and her eyes shone like the depths of the ocean radiating light from above the surface.

The Frost Archer walked closer to the Sinister Blade and kept her body low. Katarina tensed as her fingers rasped her wrist and clamped there and dragged her along into the bushes of the jungle till they were far away from where the kill occurred. Why Katarina allowed this woman to simply drag her away she didn't know and her thoughts soon became actions as she jerked her arm away.
"What do you think you're doing?" Katarina threatened.

The Frost Archer paused and looked at her and caused the assassin's spine to shiver at the cold touch of her eyes. Although her eyes plundered into the emerald forest of the Noxian's and sent off chilling vibes, the queen's expression was calm and collected as well as her tone. "Helping you. Now come quick." she answered and motioning with her hand to come with her. Looking to the sides for any signs of danger she took her chances and followed the Freljordian to a bush and crouched low along with her. She took out a small wrapped item from her pack on her side which quickly vanished. She unwrapped it with her thin fingers taking the time to unwrap it from every side. Katarina watched her hand slowly unravel the pocketed item to be a green misty orb. The Frost Archer spooned her free hand under the orb and tossed the wrapping to the side and cautiously reached for Katarina's arm which hid the gash that had Garen's name written all over it. She stiffened by the hand moving dangerously close to her and shot daggers to the Frost Archer in response. "I will not hurt you, just lift your arm please," she assured the assassin. Katarina looked at her for a moment before slowly lifting her arm and the queen's palm resting on her side pushing the green orb into her. Upon contact, it spiraled around her in a flurry before fading out and healing the wound completely. Katarina felt her skin weave together and stitch itself back together and a sigh of relieve escaped her lips as she drew her head back and lowered her arm. The Freljordian caught this weakness and brought the attention forward into a small smile. The Sinister Blade sneered and wrinkled her forehead etching her eyebrows straight across and slightly curved at the edges.

"A little gift from Sona." she stated before disappearing from the bush into the fog of war. Katarina saw her retreating figure and wondered why she had seeked the assassin to heal her in the first place. She hadn't even realized that the arrow still remained in her hand. She looked to the indent the archer left in the bush and then looked to her side. Her face remained emotionless, but something in her made her huff out and shake her head with a tug on the corners of her lips. Maybe teammates are kind of a good thing.

After a few more kills and more blood drawn from the Might of Demacia, the scores were 52/7/40 for blue and 60/4/56 for purple the blue team's enemies smiled at each other as they all charged down mid lane. Katarina with her blades ready sneaked in the back and paced. She observed her team about to make a huge mistake as the two dickheads of Noxus and Freljord charged towards the Demacian and Piltover lines to the inhibitors. The both of them scoffed and cracked jokes, pushing each other to the sides and laughed like men would. Sona appeared behind the assassin and looked to the two men ahead of them. She played a tune which would have mimicked her eyes rolling and scolding the men. Her hands went to her hips and the Ionian's head shook with disappointment. She would have too in another time especially if her brother Talon were here but no, he refused to accept the battle and join them. No, it was those two Darius and Tryndamere. It was uncommon for those two to get along but she guessed that most men would get along despite belonging to different states. Sona continued on and looked back to Katarina and harped a tune questioning the Noxian. Katarina signaled for her to go on ahead and motioned that she was going to stay. She nodded once and floated behind the two men and bashed their heads together while smacking her hands on her Etwahl. Katarina straightened herself from her battle ready position and cracked her back while thinking the Ionian's got some nerve to her with a little scoff to her thoughts. She stalked into a bush and waited there for a ping or anything.

Its been a minute or two and the sounds of the crickets chirping and hushed howls of the creeps in the jungle. She wondered how they were holding up. The announcer had pronounced two enemies dead, Shyvana and her unfortunate teammate Garen. Then came Darius. From the fog came purple shoots that glided on the ground to Katarina's feet. She watched as Sona raced back up the lane with Tryndemere smiling sinisterly and running faster with his sword dragging across the dirt. Sona played a eerie tune and stretched out her hand toward the barbarian but he scoffed and ran away into the jungle. The Piltover officer Caitlyn went in hot pursuit of Sona, both beat up pretty well and the Noxian identifying their wounds to be made from Darius's axe.

Something burned inside of Katarina and made her hands clench the handles of her daggers. After Sona supported the team how would a teammate abandon her when he himself was able to fend them off? Even as a cold blooded killer who showed no mercy, she didn't agree that was right even to someone who helped you in a battle. With an unknown weakness that caused her to lower her blade for a second but she regained her conscience and positioned herself to attack shaking her head of any stray thoughts. The support was beaten up bad herself and sported a few cuts with bruises. Water had begun to escape her eyes and her pace slowed and she hung her head low as a rust coloured gear circled her along with a line that came from the fog. Another second and she was slain with a hole through her chest and she gently curled herself next to her beloved Etwahl and held it close. The blue mist escaped her body and the Sinister Blade watched it disappear into the air. She growled and venomous emerald eyes dashed toward her target. Catching her unaware she appeared behind her and spun her steel blades which gashed her calves. The sheriff fell to her knees and with a solid back she unleashed her anger by shooting 10 knives to her back until she lay dead on her back. Katarina brushed her hair back and heard the kill she made. She saw the sheriff's blood seep from her back and to the sides and turned to Sona's body that lay beside her. She walked to the Ionian and looked dully to her her mind replaying thoughts from earlier that match when Sona had healed them multiple times and stunned three victims for Katarina's liking.

Katarina was pinged by that red warning again and she begun to run back to the base when she saw the Frost Archer running from the side with a half healthy Vi on her tail. Vi being the relentless girl she was ran under the turret to kill the archer. She ran almost to the fountain when Vi punched her hard and made her stumble away from the safety of the base. Katarina begun to run faster and faster as her body became more aware of the situation than her mind which lagged behind some. Before she knew it, she blocked the blow from Vi with the opposing force of her blade which elicited a gasp from the Freljordian behind her. This caught the assassin of guard slightly and when she regained her senses, The Enforcer was running back to the mid turret which was occupied with blue minions attacking it. Katarina took a knife from her thigh and with one eye she flicked her wrist along with the movement of her arm and it dug into her back.

"An enemy has been slain!"

The Sinister Blade ignored this and found herself helping up the Frost Archer who remained slumped on the ground. She was dangerously low in health and coughed blood from the impact of Vi's deadly gauntlets. She bent down to encourage the archer to stand up. She didn't want to touch her and kind of yelled at her harshly. Her instincts told her to look up and the last champion she had to face from the opposing team came hurling at the two from across the map. Katarina looked into her eyes and the blue gave her mind some sort of ease from the intense battle they fought. They had fought long and hard keeping the enemy away from their base and the enemy from them. All of the team was bathed in crimson of their own and their victim's and the queen's weak body slumped back down to the floor her head raining with fresh blood to her face. It contrasted greatly with the white of her face and the light shade of pink that adorned her skin was now gone under the layer of snow. "Katarina..." she spoke with her voice produced in almost a whisper. She was only a few feet away from the fountain and extended her arm slightly toward it. The assassin had no other choice but to carry the archer to the base. She sighed and a troubled look took her face and she bent over to take the queen into her arms. Surprisingly she was light and cold to the touch. A step forward and she rested the fragile queen on the inside of the border to the fountain and with weak eyes becoming awake trailed the assassin. Katarina turned her back from her and ignored her. She spoke her name again and rang with worry when she began to run forward. She had to stop it. The rocket increased its velocity and did Katarina. She wasn't going to let anyone die. The nose of the weapon came into view. She rushed head on and roared and her back burned with the eyes of her teammates.

"Katarina..."

"An ally has been slain."